A question has been Haunting me Of rights and wrongs, Asking me with bland eyes To figure out the wants, I held to this thought For very long, Having been taught That lesser the mistakes The better the stakes, What I seem to have learnt Is that the more the score Of your mistakes, The greater the chances Of knowing what it takes, The lesser you commit mistakes The fewer the opportunities And the smaller the gates.
I bleed my heart on paper through words.